Vasily Varga - Chords obscurantism. Volume two

– They are all hussars, and I am the most hussar among these tailless apes. And when we begin to liberate Germany and then England, I will be a German and then an Englishman. Why? Yes, because the Bolsheviks renounce nationality as such. Now we will not have a Russian holder, but a Soviet person. And for my Politburo members, it doesn’t matter. Now they are all Soviet, and tomorrow they will be Soviet people.

And now for the Jews. All Jews are my friends. They were the first to rush to the liberation of the Hussite proletariat even before the Latvians. And I bet on them, but … and this is very important. For me, Jews are only those who participate in the revolution. The rest … are subject to liquidation as capitalists. Who is your father and his ilk? Exploiters, capitalists, enemies of the proletariat. And you want me to make an exception for him. And I can’t do that. This is my universal postulate-to kill the haves, make everyone equal, eliminate the family, destroy faith in God and believe only in Marxism, and since…, then believe in me – Lenin, the God of the planet Earth.

“Enough! I don’t want to listen to you anymore. You are a real idiot…since the days of king David. I will pass on our conversation to all the Jews and they will hate you.

– Well, don’t be so vindictive. Given your strength and male weakness, I can, and my party, can condescend to not touch your Jewish prayer services and institutions… while the Jewish ones are all subject to destruction. As for your father and your family in General, do the following. Your father-gives all his wealth to the cause of the revolution, the cause of the people, and you dress up as a red army soldier and take up the post of nurse. You will treat the wounded red army men, and I will appoint Panu as the chief of the NKVD of the city of Moscow, where I am going together with my colleagues to make this city the capital of the socialist state. When we meet you on the battlefields, I will award you the Order of the red banner of Labor, like the revolutionary Zalkind.

– I’ve heard of the red fury. She’s senile. You want to make the Jews the killers of Russian? Neither my father nor I, nor any other Jews, will agree to this. You have gathered renegades around you and made them murderers. However, this was easy to do. – You don’t know our Countrywoman. A countrywoman is an outstanding revolutionary. She deserved the order. It proved that you can make revolutions not only with language, but also with an automatic machine. In my letters, I demanded this from the red commanders, but they did not always listen. Practice shows – — the chief finished the monologue and as if accidentally pressed the call button, all his colleagues sitting in the waiting room were alarmed, suddenly thinking that something unusual, terrible had happened and rushed to the chief’s office, crowding each other.

– What happened, great one, wise one?” Katznelson, a small, dead man, piped in a trembling voice. – Why did you press the alarm button, and your visitor has not yet left? And she’s … an unknown person. Comrade Bronstein is to blame, all contributed to it enter your office.

“Calm Down, Yankel. This lady came here at the request of our friend, our proletarian writer Maxim Gorky, whom we can not send to Italy for a vacation. He’s writing a book about me, and it’s called Vladimir Ilyich Lenin.

“As soon as it’s finished, give it to me,” Dzerzhinsky said.

Sonia sat and cried, she saw no one, heard no one. The verdict on her, her father, and all rich Jews was passed by the Jew Lenin, who had long ago given up his faith after being struck down by infidels.

– Leiba, escort lady, and a diamond to give goskhran Brands of Katznelson – Sverdlov, let it apehodet.

Leyba was so overjoyed that he stumbled as he went to offer his hand to the weeping lady. But Sonia got up herself and waved her hand to indicate that she didn’t need any help.

Lenin sat with his head in his hands, and all the members of the Politburo also put their heads in their hands, taking up their soft leather chairs. When Lenin released his bald head and began to drill everyone with his small eyes, everyone came to life waiting for news. But Lenin remained suspiciously silent for a long time, and then sneezed twice and said:

“Let’s get to work.” I will inform you of the purpose of this extravagant lady’s visit when I come to my senses.

In his office, he worked on the “outstanding” work “how to organize a competition”. In addition to the members of the Central Committee, only two people could enter his office: his wife, who had turned into a servant, and his party comrade, Inessa Armand, the leader’s mistress. She usually appeared in a long silk robe, unbuttoned with the first two buttons, and walked around the chair with a catlike gait, as if suddenly placing her hand on the shining bald head of the chief.

– What are you working so hard on, my dear little man, that you don’t even notice me?” “what is it?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his short neck.

– Comrade Inessa, listen to a few lines from my outstanding work entitled “how to organize a competition”. It will be sent to all party cells, to all communes in the cities, counties and villages of great Russia. Secret, of course. No one should know what Lenin practically advises. “Communes and cells in town and country should devote themselves to a common and unified goal: to purge the Russian land of all harmful insects,” is the humane expression of the leader of the workers, “from all those who do not agree with the Soviet government. In one place, let them put a dozen rich people, a dozen crooks, half a dozen workers who are not working. In the second – will put them to clean toilets. In the third case, they will be provided with yellow tickets after they leave the punishment cell, forbidding them to work or receive ration cards, so that all the people will watch over them as if they are harmful people. In the fourth case, let them be shot on the spot without trial.”

“I can’t hear it,” Inessa said.

“No, you listen:

And that goes for you, Inessa-ha-ha-ha.

“All residing on the territory of the Russian Federation foreign citizens from the ranks of the bourgeoisie of those countries who are hostile and against us military action in age from 17 to 55 years to conclude in a concentration camp…”

– You all offer to shoot, hide in the camp, who will look for the incorrigible? Inessa asked in surprise.

– Not all. There are fifteen million kulaks in Russia, they should be shot, evicted to Siberia, let them work there until they die like … flies.

– And who will feed Russia? What are you, Volodya? You and I will die if there is no bread.

– The proletariat of other countries… will not leave us in the lurch. Do you think the fists feed us? Anyway. Yes, they hide bread in basements and even there are such cases, they burn it in barns, just so that the Soviet power does not get it, comrade Inessa. A merciless war against these fists. Death to them! Death, death! And their children, and their grandchildren – death!

Lenin was so incensed that saliva began to spray from his mouth. Inessa opened her hands and when they were wet with saliva, gently smeared them on the chief’s bald head. He got up and began to pace the room, hands behind his back.

After a while, Inessa turned, head down, and walked away noiselessly. The chief didn’t even notice. My imagination was at work: my fists, they writhe in pain when their fingers are cut off, then their arms are cut off to their shoulders, but they do not give up, because they are sworn, innate enemies of the people’s power. They were already born like this, so there can be no question of re-education. The same thing happens with Industrialists, capitalists, exploiters, priests, there are many of them-half of Russia, and maybe more. If all are shot, only the proletarian masses will remain, and with these masses a world revolution can be carried out. Nadia was standing behind the curtain in the study, she had heard the conversation with Inessa, she was crying quietly, and when she left, and Volodya came to, she began to say his name almost in a whisper.